If only my eyes could show
the rapid beat of my heart.
Then you’d understand
the power of my mind
and the poker face I designed.
You could look into the glass
and see my unguarded past.
Yeah, if only you could see
the beat of my heart
You would find my sincerity
and learn that it’s you
that is my vulnerability.
– kristin l. cook
I saw this painting from Andrew Salgado and “Poker Face” basically composed itself.
my mind is in two places like where
the moon meets the sun. I watch the
light ripple across the water and
count the stars one by one.
A nostalgic memory is where I run.
A beautiful moment too loud for a
whisper and too quiet for a gun.
-kristin l. cook
I saw you today
Running at the gym
Laughing at jokes about them
But when we caught eyes
I turned cold on a whim
My heart was tannerite
with the cause to ignite
An explosion of nostalgia
Where love surged
throughout my body
and shock waves
rolled down my face
Yeah, I saw you today
With my emotions on display
It’s how I know you’re with me
And your spirit is here to stay
Once a gym partner, always a gym partner. I miss you everyday, Monica. 💕
With love,
– kristin l. cook
Born to a world,
trapped in a cage.
with clipped wings,
and a passion to fly.
Dreaming of the wind,
Soaring at new heights,
The spirit of an eagle,
But the life of a lovebird
–
kristin l. cook
This particular poem was inspired by a past relationship.
He was “Reaching” and I was “Settling” although it didn’t feel that way at the time. He told me “if you weren’t with me, I could see you being anywhere, Paris, Montana, anywhere but Corning.”
I guess I was unaware of the potential and natural ambition inside me.
And it’s true, we learn the most about ourselves when we only have ourselves to spend time with. We learn, we grow, we make the impossible, possible, and we live again.
you’re a delightful craving
and a dangerous combination
you’re that chaotic adventure
to a gentle inhabited soul
you’re the imagination of pleasure
noticeably found in anticipation
– kristin l. cook
Losing you, rescued my spirit.
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes,
I caught fire from all the second chances.
I spread my wings and fly
A mystic flight of oblivion
and only lingering embers of saudade.
– kristin l. cook
Hell couldn’t break my halo
And you still try to dim my shine.
– kristin l. cook
She was a storm
that kept you calm
a passionate challenge and defeat
She was unpredictable
like lightning
igniting your fire
and keeping you awestruck
She was forceful
like a tornado
sweeping through your mind
captivating your thoughts
She was intense
like a blizzard
making you anxious
for the warmth of her body
She was dangerous
like a hurricane
flooding your soul
and stealing your heart
She would let you drown
so she could save you with her kiss.
-kristin l. cook
You branded me with your love,
and burned me with your lies.
You made me blaze in hell,
and left me to die in flames.
Until I learned that I’m an angel,
with a spirit on fire.
–
kristin l. cook
She was intense
like a flame to a dry field
It spreads, it burns,
she demands your attention.
She was timeless,
like a wave crashing on the sand
fluently alive, raging furiously,
and manipulating your emotions.
That girl was beautiful,
a frequent imbalance of naughty or nice,
urging you to protect her or defend yourself,
begging you to walk then run,
– to her or away from her,
forcing you to decide.
She was magnetic,
She was gravity,
She was pressure,
She was force.
That girl is love.
–
kristin l. cook
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